Hi, beautiful people!!
This is a request from Syphr460
i haven't done a nicky chapter in a hot minute! but here ya go!
tw!! panic attack, arguing, name calling, crying, breakdown.
this is literally based off of a breakdown i had earlier lol !
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Nick was stressed. Overly stressed. From editing every video, to getting them out on time, thinking of ideas for the next podcast, the car videos, and vlogs; he was just stressed, and to top it all off, Matt and Chris were on an argument streak.

"Oh, that is ridiculous, Matt!" Chris spat on a rainy Saturday night.

"Fuck you, Chris! I just wanted FIVE MINUTES. FIVE FUCKING MINUTES without your bitch ass asking me to drive you somewhere. Get your license!" Matt shot back.

"I just needed food, you fucking buffoon!" Chris hissed. "I don't give a fuck if it's pouring rain, or whatever the hell you're yapping about!"

Matt scoffed. "Then why don't you go WALK to fucking MacDonald's, you lazy fuck. Or! Even better! Make yourself some food in the microwave! I am not driving you anywhere." Matt stomped up the stairs to Nick's bedroom, Chris on his heels.

"Nick, would you tell this fucker to drive me to get food?" Chris yelled. "I just want my fucking McNuggets!"

Nick's stress level rose, and so did his heart rate. "Um- Matt, can you just-" he stuttered.

"Nick? Are you fucking kidding me? Tell this fatass to-"

"What did you just say to me?" Chris snarled, coming towards Matt, hands balled into tight fists.

"Chris, back the fuck up." Matt muttered.

Nick was just sitting on his bed, head in his hands, breathing heavily. He couldn't take it. The arguing, the stress, everything was just too much. "Guys- I-"

Matt shoved Chris backward, sending him stumbling back, and tears began to form in Nick's eyes.
Why was it getting hard to breathe?
Soon, silent sobs were escaping Nick's lips, his chest rising and falling in an irregular pattern. His body shook as he broke down.

Chris lunged at Matt, and then stopped himself. "Wait-" he walked toward Nick slowly. "Nicky?"

Matt noticed Nick's shaky body and looked at Chris worriedly. "Panic attack?" he whispered.

Chris nodded. "Nick, look at me, bub." he rubbed Nick's back lightly. "Look at my eyes."

"Chris- I can- I need-" Nick gasped, audibly sobbing now.

"Hey, hey, breathe, Nick. Breathe in... and out... Good." Matt placed a hand on Nick's chest, coaching him through a series of breathing exercises.

Nick was finally able to calm down and talk about what was weighing on his mind. "Guys, I am so- I'm just so stressed out lately. With editing the videos, you guys arguing- like, everything just feels so exhausting. And I am always up at night worrying. About you guys, about the podcast, about the videos, and I haven't been able to fall asleep for like a week."
Nick was crying again, fat tears rolling down his face.

Matt wiped Nick's tears away with the pads of his thumbs. "Nicky, I am so so sorry," Matt said softly. "We weren't even thinking of you, and I am so fucking sorry. I'm gonna help you, okay?"

Nick nodded. "Okay, Matty. Thank you."

Chris was quiet, tears forming in his eyes. "Nick, I had no idea-" quiet sobs fell from his mouth, and Nick wrapped his arms around him.

"No, Chris, don't cry!" Matt sniffled, wiping tears of his own off of his face.

So there were the Sturniolos. A sobbing mess, tangled up in a heap, on Nick's bed. "I love you guys, we are gonna get through this!" Chris said through tears.

Matt and Nick agreed.

They were the Sturniolo Triplets, after all, they'd always get through it.
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short but sweet!
i love this one personally.
thank you syd for the request!

i love you guys!
- mia xoxo